Barbie was right. Math is hard.
Having recently given some serious thought to what lies beyond this current academic adventure, I've been looking into taking some big-girl math and science classes while I'm finishing up the BSN. Med schools typically look for a year of college physics and a year of chemistry, including organic. I'd need similar chops to get into an NP / CRNA program. Until today, which was a bit of a mess, I've had no problems with Bergen Community, so it seems to make sense to get it underway now.
I went to go attempt to register for pre-calc at BCC today, as it would not permit me to register online, because I hadn't taken the prerequisite math class. Fine; same thing happened with statistics; I showed up with transcripts, and they let me register. I walked in today figuring that, since they'd already registered me for one 100-level math class, it would be no trouble to be registered for another 100-level math class. I walked into a wonderland of larval freshmen attempting to register for class, pay bills, buy keys to the swimming pool, etc. I sat behind a partition in the academic advising office for a good hour, watching people amble in and out, wondering if the sign-in sheet I'd signed was just a clever ruse to triage patient people to the end of the line. Finally, I got three minutes of the advisor's time, where I was informed that statistics wasn't a "real" math class, and I would have to either register for or test out of college algebra. So now I have to dust off math I haven't used since 1993, and get out of work later in the month, because God forbid they could offer this pencil and paper exam just any old time. I'm going to be pissed if the precalc class is full by the time I'm done with this exercise.
I went to go attempt to register for pre-calc at BCC today, as it would not permit me to register online, because I hadn't taken the prerequisite math class. Fine; same thing happened with statistics; I showed up with transcripts, and they let me register. I walked in today figuring that, since they'd already registered me for one 100-level math class, it would be no trouble to be registered for another 100-level math class. I walked into a wonderland of larval freshmen attempting to register for class, pay bills, buy keys to the swimming pool, etc. I sat behind a partition in the academic advising office for a good hour, watching people amble in and out, wondering if the sign-in sheet I'd signed was just a clever ruse to triage patient people to the end of the line. Finally, I got three minutes of the advisor's time, where I was informed that statistics wasn't a "real" math class, and I would have to either register for or test out of college algebra. So now I have to dust off math I haven't used since 1993, and get out of work later in the month, because God forbid they could offer this pencil and paper exam just any old time. I'm going to be pissed if the precalc class is full by the time I'm done with this exercise.

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